Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He groaned and rolled over, presenting me with his broad back.
His broad, shirtless back that I could just barely tell was covered with tattoos.
“How many tattoos do you have?” I asked curiously, reaching out to touch the black blur that I could see.
“Dunno,” he answered, then flinched when I touched his hot skin. “Stop touching me.”
I snorted. Then touched another one. “What’s that one?”
“It’s all one,” he said, sounding annoyed. “A reaper.”
“Huh,” I wondered. “Does it have a scythe?”
“Yeah,” he answered shortly.
“Where is it?” I pushed.
“Over my shoulder blade,” he said, sounding resigned now, as if he knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was about to ask him a half a million questions and there was nothing he could do about it.
“Do you like the color purple?” I asked out of the blue.
“No.”
“Do you know anyone that has horses?” I continued.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“Are they near here?”
“Yes.”
“Can you ask them if I can ride one?”
“Why?” He was curious now.
“Because I’ve never ridden one before, and I want to. Plus, nobody that I know has any, or knows anybody that has any. What’s this friend’s name?” I asked.
“Ace Valentine.” He paused. “But he’s back in Kilgore.”
“Ohhh,” I paused. “That’s a brother of one of my dad’s friends, I think. Is his sister’s name Georgia?”
“Have no fuckin’ clue,” he admitted.
I grinned inwardly.
“Do you think that the current president will pass a law that says nobody can come into this country without one of those little chip thingies? I read an article a few weeks ago that said an employer had planted a chip thing in their employees’ hands that was like their ID card. I don’t think that I could do that for an employer,” I chattered.
He sighed. “That shit would never fly. At least not with the current population. Who knows what’ll happen in twenty years.”
I shivered. “How long have you lived here?”
“About a year.” He sighed. “Are you ever going to go to sleep?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged and then rolled over onto my belly. “I have to pee.”
He growled under his breath.
I took that as permission, and then crawled over him seeing as there was a wall on one side, and there was a pile of clothes the size of Manhattan on the foot of my bed.
I chose to go for the smaller hill of his body—i.e., his legs—and scrambled off, only to come to a stop when I felt a furry body against my toes.
“She’s not going to eat me, is she?” I questioned.
“No,” he grunted. “If she was going to eat you, she would’ve done it yesterday when we came in here.”
I swallowed and stepped around her, not understanding the importance of his words until I was seated on the toilet and doing my business.
“Just ignore the fact that I forgot to close the door,” I called, embarrassed now.
He didn’t reply.
I finished my business—thank God I hadn’t turned on the light like I normally did—then washed my hands.
Moments later, I was crawling back into the bed, trying not to touch him at all.
It, of course, didn’t happen. The man was huge, and I had short legs.
I brushed against him the entire way up and then fell back over to my side of the bed before pulling the blankets up over my head.
“Don’t you turn on the heat?”
“Yeah,” I paused. “When it gets too cold in here that my fingers go numb.”
He snorted. “Why?”
I shrugged. “Honestly? Because I like cuddling up under a blanket. I only wish that I had a fireplace.”
“My new place has a fireplace,” he offered up that information.
“Really?” I asked in excitement, which promptly died when I realized that him having a new house meant he wouldn’t be living in his apartment much longer.
“Kind of.” He paused. “I have three that I’m interested in. I’m trying to decide which one I like best.”
“You’re looking at houses?” I asked, sadness rolling through me.
“I am,” he agreed. “I want one that I can fix up. It has to be in the country with a lot of acreage. At least forty acres. I also want it to have a wide front porch, and a long distance—at least a mile—spread that I can shoot. Though, that I could probably do if I cleared some of the land.”
“So, no actual rules on the house. Mostly about the land you’re living on,” I surmised.
“No.” He grunted. “And all three that I’m looking at aren’t exactly what I’m looking for.”
I rolled over and got up on my knees, then reached for my phone on the nightstand.
To do so, I had to press my naked thighs against his back, which didn’t go unnoticed by either of us.
I quickly felt for my phone, and he sighed before reaching for it and handing it to me.
I grabbed it out of his hand and fell backward only to practically choke him with the cord.